Chapter 409: Les: Group Dispersion
Voldemort was secretly surprised, but did not show it on his face at all.
He glanced at Polaris who suddenly appeared behind him, and then said in a cold tone: "It's already this late, and you still haven't revealed your true identity? How can we cooperate with each other?"
Polaris chuckled softly and didn't respond to Voldemort's words. He looked at the stadium not far away and said in a slightly excited tone: "What a brilliant stage, isn't it?"
Voldemort was filled with anger: He hadn't met anyone who dared to ignore him like this for a long time. Even Dumbledore wouldn't do this!
I am no longer the person I was back then. I am now stronger than ever. To put it bluntly, I have mastered the power of [Death]. Even calling myself the God of Death is no problem. How could anyone dare to ignore such a powerful Lord Voldemort?
Voldemort secretly began to gather his newfound strength, intending to teach his good ally a lesson, to make him understand that Lord Voldemort and the Priory were allies of equal status, not servile servants!
Of course, if this North Star could not demonstrate ability to rival his, Voldemort would not mind renaming the Order as Death Eaters.
Polaris sensed the unusual movement of his suspicious ally, but he did nothing. He just turned his head and glanced at Voldemort.
What happened next shocked Voldemort: the power of death he had just mobilized suddenly dissipated.
"Power itself is not scary, what is scary is its master. Tom, you are still far from fully mastering this power." Polaris said lightly.
As expected, just like the information reported by his subordinates, this new ally he had found was not very clear-headed.
He did become stronger, but he never thought about the source of his strength and who gave him such powerful strength.
The horror in Voldemort's heart was soon replaced by endless anger, but in view of Polaris's just action, Voldemort did not dare to show this anger and could only bury it deep in his heart.
After taking two deep breaths, Voldemort adjusted his emotions and replied in a calm tone: "You are right. I have just been resurrected and I still need to get used to this power. Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Polaris did not respond immediately.
He waited for a few seconds, then looked at Voldemort with a half-smile, and told him that he could do whatever he wanted tonight.
"How can those idiots in the British Ministry of Magic be your opponents?"
Seeing Polaris say this, Voldemort also laughed.
Yes, he had never regarded those idiots in the Ministry of Magic as his opponents. He had only one enemy, and that was Albus Dumbledore.
Polaris also smiled very happily.
Voldemort was just the bait on the hook, and he wanted to use Voldemort as bait to catch the big fish lurking under the water.
The recent magic world made him feel that something was wrong. He wondered if those "old friends" were dead. The wizarding world was declining and thriving, but he couldn't say for sure whether there were still wizards who could control the divine realm in the world - at least there were still powerful wizards in the divine realm in Hogwarts. These were all stumbling blocks on his path and variables in his plan.
Let Voldemort try it out.
If the mysterious powerful man chooses not to show up, then he will take advantage of the situation and drive Voldemort to inflict the greatest damage to the wizards who come to watch the game.
He didn't believe that the best wizards wouldn't be lured out. After all, the purist wizards themselves said that "every drop of wizard blood is precious", which was an open conspiracy.
As for Voldemort, who acts as bait, whether he can survive depends on his luck.
“How many people came today?”
"It is said that there are 100,000." Aries interrupted in time, increasing his presence a little.
Polaris made a "tsk tsk" sound, then looked at Voldemort, indicating that this was a big stage and you had to perform well and not embarrass the power of death.
Voldemort nodded, a look of confidence on his face.
He wanted to let all wizards in the world know that Lord Voldemort had returned. He wanted everyone to submit to him and make those traitors who betrayed him kneel and tremble at his feet.
As the two were chatting, footsteps were heard in the woods. Voldemort immediately stopped smiling and turned to look at the source of the sound with Aries and Taurus. Polaris seemed to have heard nothing and didn't even bother to turn his head.
A puppet walked out of the woods and immediately fixed his eyes on the four people.
This is a puppet purchased urgently by the Ministry of Magic to maintain order in the stadium. The service module has been completely removed, and other modules have only retained the most basic parts, but the patrol and perception modules have been greatly strengthened. It is used to deal with people with ulterior motives.
[Please show your tickets] Voldemort and the others were so suspicious that they immediately triggered the puppet's defense mechanism.
"Have you bought tickets?" Polaris asked.
Aries, Voldemort: ...
Polaris sighed: It's so easy for these people to do bad things.
Seeing that the four people had no intention of handing over their tickets, the puppet's alert level began to increase, and it wanted to take coercive measures against the four people.
But before the situation escalates further, flames suddenly burst out from the puppet's joints, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge fireball.
"Your preparations were so sloppy. Could it be that the organization is short of money for your three tickets?" Polaris blamed Aries and Taurus in a reproachful tone.
Aries lowered his head.
She had never thought of this before! She was only thinking about how to escape from Voldemort, and had never considered making a comprehensive plan.
It was even more impossible for Voldemort to make a plan. He could just teleport to the competition venue, send out the Dark Mark and start the action. Why would he do so many fancy things?
Looking at the puppet that had turned into a pile of ash, Polaris narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the wizarding world had come up with something incredible. Could this thing be mass-produced? How many puppets were there in stock?
"Tom, without the bonus of the divine domain, how many puppets like this can you defeat?"
Voldemort was immediately furious: How dare Polaris compare himself to this stupid puppet?!
"Endless. No matter how many puppets come, they will all turn into ashes under my magic."
Polaris was too lazy to bother with Voldemort.
In his opinion, although the puppet was killed instantly by him, it was not easy to deal with this puppet without divine domain. The original Voldemort could deal with three or five of them, but if there were ten or twenty, how would he deal with them? Voldemort was only one person, but the puppet's production capacity was endless.
The wizarding world has undergone such great changes. I have been careless even though I have been in seclusion for many years.
The development potential of wizards, a species that can grow up after birth, is unimaginable. Polaris felt a little regretful that he should not have relaxed his surveillance on the wizards.
"Then I wish you success." Polaris was losing interest and didn't want to waste any more words. She just let Voldemort experience it himself.
"Sir..." Aries saw Polaris was about to leave and couldn't help but feel anxious, so he quickly called out to him.
"Oh, right." Polaris reacted and realized that he seemed to have not yet dealt with the Aries problem.
"You stay here and maintain contact with Mr. Voldemort on behalf of the Secret Order."
Aries: …
She felt despair overwhelm her. After spending so many days with Voldemort, could she still not see what he was? He was a venomous snake in human skin, a complete monster.
Lord Polaris has made such an arrangement, which means he is treating himself as a discarded pawn!
Indeed, in the eyes of Polaris, the current importance of Voldemort is indeed higher than that of a constellation monk, and Aries’ mission is to stay here and act as bait with Voldemort.
He also knew about Taurus's abnormality, but it didn't matter. His divine domain was insignificant, and he could have as many non-core members like chess pieces as he wanted.
"I brought some helpers for you." Polaris snapped his fingers, and a dozen men in robes and hoods appeared.
Aries looked at them and felt even more desperate: the people who came were all the trusted subordinates of the four of them. The organization was obviously planning to use them to feed Voldemort.
"Now that you are all Death Eaters, go and add some fun to the game with your Lord Voldemort!" Northstar disappeared, and his voice gradually dissipated in the air.
“I really have to thank Lord Polaris for providing me with so many subordinates.” Voldemort looked into Aries’ eyes and said with a smile, “I am not picky about Death Eaters. As long as they are loyal to me, they are my servants. But only the best who have passed the recognition can obtain the Dark Mark.”
Aries shuddered, and she saw the familiar look of a predator looking at its prey in those snake eyes.
Voldemort didn't bother to worry about what Aries was thinking. He pulled out his wand, conjured up more than a dozen robes and masks, and dressed the people brought by Polaris as Death Eaters.
After all the monks of the Secret Order were dressed up as Death Eaters, Voldemort suddenly found them much more pleasing to the eye, and it seemed as if the powerful self he had more than ten years ago had returned.
"Go give the wizarding world a little surprise!" Voldemort let out a cruel laugh.
Inside the stadium, the opening ceremony of the competition also began.
The Bulgarian team's mascots entered the stadium first.
One hundred veelas slid into the arena, their skin glowing like the moon, their hair fluttering behind them even without wind. They were so beautiful that they looked like elves fallen from the mortal world, making the wizards present lose their ability to think.
"As expected of a Veela, she possesses a powerful ability to charm." Rice affirmed the Veela's ability to charm as a group.
The box was in chaos. Harry stood up from his seat and put one leg on the wall. Next to him, Ron squatted on the guardrail of the box, making a diving posture. Other wizards also showed more or less madness, and most of the witches were still able to control themselves.
As witches who are well versed in the flow of magical energy, both Daphne and Astoria successfully resisted the charm of the Veela.
The two looked at each other and then looked at Rice at the same time, and found that he was sitting upright in his seat, looking calm and composed.
"Rice, what's wrong with you?" Daphne asked incredulously. There were a hundred veela, why wasn't Rice affected at all? He was a wizard!
Rice spread his hands, indicating that he just had a strong will.
Besides, both of you are fine. Isn't it normal that I am immune to the skills of the veela? If he can't even resist this, then what is he doing?
However, looking at the ugly wizards around him, Les was speechless: Aren’t these people too shameful?
He raised his hand and gently patted the armrest of the seat, and a magical power spread out from his body. Suddenly, the drowsy wizards in the box shuddered, as if a basin of cold water was poured on their heads.
Rice half-closed his eyes, further expanding the reach of his spell.
Soon, like a stone thrown into a pond, Rice created ripples and spread his spell throughout the stadium. The wizards who were bewitched by the Veela woke up one after another.
The Veela were still dancing to the music, but the strange thoughts in the wizards' minds had disappeared.
"Huh..." Les let out a sigh of relief, and a feeling of tiredness surged into his heart.
It was a bit difficult to dispel the enchantment of tens of thousands of wizards at once. In fact, the most labor-saving way was to give those veela a blow and interrupt their dance, but this would ruin the scene, and Rice didn't want to ruin such a joyful opening ceremony of the finals.
Daphne and Astoria both noticed Rice's little move. Facing their gazes, Rice said softly, "It's a group dispelling spell. It's a very practical spell. I'll teach you later."
After the Veela's performance, it was the turn of the Irish team's mascot, the Leprechauns, to enter.
The leprechauns circled over the court, and then countless golden raindrops fell.
It’s countless gold coins!
The wizards in the stadium went crazy. Everyone was cheering, scrambling for gold coins, or crawling under the seats to pick up gold coins.
Daphne stood up from her seat excitedly and nimbly grabbed several gold coins in her hand.
Then she looked back and found that her sister and Les were sitting in their seats without moving. She immediately urged them: "Aren't you going to pick up some gold coins? This is--"
"The leprechaun's gold coin." Les covered his forehead and sighed, "Take a closer look."
Astoria covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
Fortunately, I didn’t go to grab the gold coins!
In fact, Astoria didn't notice anything unusual about the gold coins. She just felt that this little money was not worth her jumping around like a monkey. If she stood up and grabbed the gold coins, wouldn't she become the same as her sister?
After hearing what Les said, Daphne took a careful look at the gold coins in her hand and found that the flow of magic on them seemed to be different from that of gold galleons.
"This is……"
"Fake gold coins that will disappear in a few hours." Les explained the characteristics of the leprechaun to Daphne.
Daphne:......
The lost Daphne took out all the gold coins in her trouser pocket and scattered them out.
Astoria watched everything from the side, then she lowered her voice and said, "Sister, did you throw out the normal gold galleons as well?"
Daphne:? !
Les sighed again and used magic to help Daphne get back the gold coins she threw away.
"Just watch the game with peace of mind. The contestants are entering the venue."
With a command, the wonderful drama was completely kicked off.
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